Like a bird
In the sky
The air of flying is in my heart
To take wing
To soar
To fly far away
To wing my way
And
In an eternal peace
Search for the Day.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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- diotima
- One can get closer and closer to that Limit, but never reach it; the Universal Constant of Gravitation is not constant at all. Beauty is in the experience: to live on anxiety.